Bold Mercy by Cane Laken

Author:Cane, Laken [Cane, Laken]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sep 2021, needs an amazon review
Publisher: Unknown
Published: 2021-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

I was inconsolable.

Not only had I lost Avis Vine, but I’d lost my demon blade as well. My heart literally hurt, and I felt somehow diminished. I leaned against the wall, my hand to my chest, forcing myself to keep my cries of sorrow inside. I was livid because Avis had escaped me but filled with sorrow because she’d taken my blade. And the sorrow was much larger than the rage.

Bastien, Remy, and Joe surrounded me, and Bastien’s vampires began cleaning up the mess and, because Bastien thought it was a good idea, helping the distressed humans who’d survived the night.

They were gentle, as human-looking as possible, and I heard them murmuring about how most vampires were just like them, that they’d only ever be their guardians, that they’d been there all along. Planting seeds of hope.

“There is something you should know,” Bastien told me. “Whatever magic Frederick and Kaloni embedded inside Avis is spreading like a virus to other vampires. Soon, Jakeston won’t be the only city attacked. This “disease” is infecting certain vampires and altering their brains and their bodies. We have to kill the infected, I believe, to snuff it out.”

“Maybe,” Remy said, “it’s automatically fading. None of the vampires we fought tonight seemed to have it, and they were with Avis.”

Bastien nodded. “We will hope so.”

I could barely bring myself to care. I saw and heard everything through a haze of sorrow, and I swear, it was as though Avis had taken a vital part of me that I could not survive without. It was as though the blade were my drug, my child, my life.

“The night isn’t over,” Joe told me grimly, holding his hand to his ribs. He swayed as I watched him, close to passing out. He was covered with blood, and I couldn’t tell how much was his and how much was the vampires’ he’d killed. He was using his gore-covered machete as a cane. He was hurt, but he was alive. And that was pretty damn amazing.

“We can still track her,” Bastien agreed.

“What the hell’s wrong with you, Silver?” Remy asked. His shirt was glued to his body with blood, a deep cut seeped over his cheekbone, and his left eyes was swollen nearly shut. He ignored all that, though, and carefully cleaned the blood and gore off Dolly.

“She took my blade,” I whispered, and of everyone there, only Remy really understood what that meant. “She has my Dolly.”

He slowly and carefully slid his lucky stake back into its loop and held his hand over it, as though one of the vampires might sneak up behind him and snatch it from him. Yeah, he understood. “It’s not going to fly back into your hand while you’re standing there whining about it.” He gave me a cocky grin, somewhat maniacal looking with his bloody, swollen face. “Let’s go get your blade and stake a bitch. Come on. Where’s that crazy killer we all know and love?”

My breath whooshed out of me as Remy’s words triggered a memory.

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